Finally, there is Chen Lin's book.

Chen Linshu is the last person to step into the range of the ink painting formation.

When he stepped in, Chen Linshu felt a little shocked in his heart, and then he smiled contemptuously:

Just a mere ink painting, I actually feel palpitations because of him. It's really ridiculous...

The four great geniuses entered the game, and the situation was completely rewritten.

Xiao Wuchen, Ao Zhan, Duanmu Qing, Chen Linshu, everyone has absolutely powerful cultivation, possesses the best martial arts, and the top Taoist techniques, and the spiritual power cycle is approaching perfect.

Every person, every punch, every sword, and every spell contains powerful combat power and requires great efforts to resolve it.

Everyone in Taixu Sect tried their best to deal with it.

But the disparity in strength is really too big.

No matter how hard the disciples of Taixu Sect work, no matter how strong the formation of the Mo Hua is, until the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, they will eventually be powerless to turn the world.

The disciples of the Taixu Sect began to fall one after another.

Hao Xuan died in Xiao Wuchen's Heavenly Sword Art;

Yang Qianjun was killed by the purple gold sword energy of Chen Linshu;

Cheng Mo and Ao Zhan fought for several rounds and were killed with one punch;

Situ Jian died under Duanmu Qing's indiscriminate spell bombardment;

Among the five brothers of Tai A, Ouyang Lu, Ouyang Xi and Ouyang Cai, they fought for a long time and died under the siege of Ao Zheng, Chen Zangfeng and others...

...

In the end, only five people died in the entire Taixu Sect: including Mo Hua, only Ling Hu Xiao, Ouyang Xuan, Ouyang Fu and Ouyang Shou were left.

And there are more than fifty geniuses left in the four sects.

A full ten times the number of people.

Among these fifty people, all the ones who are left behind are the most outstanding prides of heaven among the four major sects.

In addition, there are the digital leaders led by Daluomon, led by Ye Qingfeng.

And, the four top geniuses in their studies.

Now, the spiritual sense of the ink painting is almost dry and the spiritual ink is exhausted. Because the spiritual sense is repeatedly exhausted and overdrawn, a large number of formations were drawn, and the whole person's face turned pale and his aura was weak.

There are very few formations used to protect Mo Hua.

The junior brother who was desperately guarding him was almost killed or injured.

Only Linghu Xiao and his men, who were exhausted and had their teeth standing in front of the ink painting.

On the other side of them, the more than fifty geniuses in the Ganxuezhou area were like more than fifty spirit swords with sharp sharpness. They all had deep breaths and were full of murderous intent. They were staring at Mo Hua indifferently, as if they were looking at a dead person.

"Taixu Sect... is over..."

Outside the venue, when everyone saw this scene, they took a deep breath and sighed with great pleasure.

If it were in the past, this sentence would be filled with happiness and ridicule.

But now, pity and respect arise in everyone's hearts.

With the power of one sect, it is not admirable to fight against the four major sects and seven major sects, and to such a desperate situation, tragic and magnificent.

With such strength, Taixu Sect is worthy of being the leader of the eight major schools of Ganxue.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the new "four major corporations".

The disciples of Taixu Sect also witnessed their senior brothers and fellow disciples fighting to the death with their own eyes. They were all excited and their eyes were sore.

The elders were deeply moved.

Even the head of Sanshan, who lived for hundreds of years, couldn't help but feel sour and hot at this time.

They all experienced it in their own way, what it means to "defeat even if you lose, you will be honored."

This is their disciple of Taixu Sect.

These children can unite and do their best to fight for the sect to such an extent...

How could these people who are the heads of the sect not be excited about this or proud of it?

At this moment, whether it is a loss or a win or a loss is no longer important.

In the Guanjian Tower, some sect ancestors looked at Mr. Xun silently, with envy in their eyes.

Isn’t it said that I have no clothes and I am with my son?

Among the disciples of the sect, there is such a powerful cohesion, such a powerful centripetal force, such a powerful willpower, such a powerful unity force...

This is really a great spiritual wealth.

It is rare for a person to have a heart of Tao.

If a sect has an unyielding heart, that is truly priceless.

Although Taixu Sect lost in this sword competition, he also won.

Mr. Xun also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a lot of emotion.

It is really the blessing of the ancestors of Taixu Sect... This child Mo Hua received the right one at the beginning...

...

And in the valley.

This tragic sword contest is finally coming to an end.

More than fifty geniuses surrounded the ink painting.

This is a desperate death.

Chen Linshu's eyes were indifferent, he raised the Jinlin sword, pointed to the Mo Hua, and asked again:

"Do you die by yourself, or you die under my sword?"

Mo Hua's face was pale and his expression was calm. He silently counted the formations he had drawn in his heart, reconstructed these formations in his mind, and derived a complex spiritual pivot, calculating the direction of his spiritual power, and calculating the overall formation construction...

Finally, Mo Hua calculated correctly, then raised her head and looked at Chen Linshu, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth:

"No one can kill me in my formation..."

This weird smile makes people feel nervous.

A warning suddenly floated in my heart.

Chen Linshu's eyes suddenly widened and he immediately slashed at Mo Hua with a sword.

He didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew that something must have happened, and something went wrong.

"Kill him!"

At this time, not only Chen Linshu, Duanmuqing, Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan all noticed a warning from their bloodlines.

You have to kill ink painting!

Duanmuqing condensed the magic of Wanxiao, Xiao Wuchen used his sword to sacrifice it, Ao Zhan roared a tiger, and his fist came out like a dragon and rushed towards the ink painting.

Linghu Xiao tried his last breath of strength to urge Chongxu to solve the true sword skills, and dispelled the purple qi and Jinlin sword energy of Chen Linshu.

But he was already the last enemy. The Chongxu Sword could not resist the Zijin sword energy, so he simply used his body as a shield to block Mo Hua, carrying the sword energy killing move of Chen Linshu.

Ouyang Shou rushed towards Ao Zhan without hesitation, and used his last bit of strength to pester him.

Ouyang Fu had very little spiritual power left, and he also regarded himself as a "meat shield" to protect Mo Hua, and used his life to resist Duanmu Qing's spells.

Ouyang Xuan tried his best to meet Xiao Wuchen's sword energy.

He didn't like ink painting at the beginning.

But after fighting with his fellow disciples until now, he didn't know why or what he was going to do. Anyway, there was only one thought in his mind: Mo Hua couldn't die.

Linghu Xiao and the other four were all protecting the ink painting with their lives.

But the four Linghu Xiao, who were originally the last enemy of the powerful enemy, could not be the opponent of the Four Heavenly Prides.

With just one confrontation, they will die in a few breaths.

And just as the few people were dying, Mo Hua suddenly had a deep look and said softly:

"burst!"
Chapter completed!